my 12.14.2011
my grocery store trip proposes a cheap 4 pack of toilet paper, a small frozen yogurt parfait and a bottle of cheap vodka.
home means throwing away what was the 23 years of my life that i have so arduoulsy lived.
to the house and the feelings are thrown around like orcas playing with a seal before they mercilessly devour it for their meal.
The only thing I know about living is there is no love. Love is a tangible thing, its flowers, its a ring, its a hug. If love is tangible then why do I want it.
Why when the truth comes out do people regret hearing it, regret knowing what they already knew.
Its like i love him so much that it makes me hate with a fiery passion that I never thought i could feel. Like the content of his every word strains my heart. like every time he touches me violently… or with love he takes pieces of my soul with him. I dont want to see him, i dont want to know him.
his touch burns with the softest caress. His eyes pierce into my soul with a thousand daggers into my precious precious hands.
